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- Branches of the Heart~
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Branches of the Heart~
Like the weighted branch... beneath the snow.
A decade of restrained desire, followed by a broken hope...
weary am I as I grope along the walls of too familiar halls
searching for a light to lead me,
a voice to guide me.
I am reminded of the gentle whispers of those within me
when the world becomes too cold to breathe.
Am I unworthy of that kind of love?
Perhaps it is a question better left unasked... unspoken,
but the rubber band that holds my heart together right now is tight, with pressure
with a voice that wants to be heard, held... loved...
Rain outside cannot compare with that which is within.
He couldn't speak the words,
yet I heard him loud and clear
now they echo like ghosts
in an emptiness that he created,
by making space...
and leaving it void.
Time will shape the moments into memories
that slip through my fingers like sand
and onto the pages of a surreal past
yet here I am,
heart in hand.
2007 ©k~
Tags: poetry Saturday November 4, 2006 - 09:49pm (PST) Permanent Link | 2 Comments - Entry for September 10, 2006
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She Walks In Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days of goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Lord Byron, 1788-1824Sunday September 10, 2006 - 11:09pm (PDT) Permanent Link | 0 Comments
